"Didn't she just escape from this mud pit and run for the light!"

Ji Heng stood there for a long time, and slowly exhaled a breath.

His face was stiff, and his body was very cold, he had long known that Meng Ning looked at him unpleasantly, and when he came over today, he was really ridiculed again.

However, when he looked at the woman, he couldn't say anything else to defend himself.

Meng Ning and Wen Yi have known each other for so little time, and they already feel that their sins are unforgivable.

He walked slowly past Meng Ning, walked out of the noisy agar, and stepped into the dead silence of the night.

However, he has been entangled with Wen Yu for so many years......

In the middle of summer, the night breeze is warm.

Ji Heng's body was cold, he subconsciously pressed his hand to his heart, only to realize that his hand was naturally warm, but he felt cold in his heart, and even his feelings for the world were confused.

How did she come over after so many years?

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"The number you dialed is empty, please check before dialing."

There was silence in the Maybach, only the female robot voice on the other side of the phone rang over and over again, never knowing tiredness.

The owner of the phone reached over and finally hung up on the phone that would never be answered.

His face went blank and he let his phone slip and fall into a corner he couldn't see.

The sky gradually brightened, the sun had not yet risen, and the light that fell on the world seemed pale and weak, with a hint of cold coldness.

Ji Heng had no sleep all night, and for the first time in his life, he was a little bored with his work.

But he didn't want to go home even more, facing Yang Mengyao's pervasive entanglement.

He drove the Maybach around the street for most of the night, and finally realized that he was actually subconsciously chasing Wen Yu's tracks.

He hooked the corners of his mouth as if he were self-deprecating—

Look, he really regretted it.

In less than two hours, he had already searched all the places where Wen Yu could be.

Childhood sweetheart, three-year husband and wife, his understanding of Wen Yu can't even last two hours.

Jiang Linghan's phone number became empty, the villa he used to be in was also empty, and Ji Heng even went to 305, where the person was used to look, but was told by the hotel staff that Mr. Jiang had not been here for several years.

The sun finally rose gradually, piercing through the clouds and casting a golden light.

Ji Heng sat in Maybach and looked at the sun behind the clouds for a long time, until his eyes were pierced by the sun's rays and there was an unbearable pain, and physiological tears finally fell.

Tears fell on the back of his hand with a hot heat.

It's obviously someone who couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to get rid of it before......

Why can't I find it?

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"Madam, calm down."

Steward Wang has been tossed by Yang Mengyao a lot in the past few days, and he gradually became a little irritable.

"I'm not not calm!"

The woman waved her hand heavily: "Ji Heng didn't come back for a night, and the secretary also said that he was not in the company, so don't you worry about his safety!" ”

Yang Mengyao also didn't sleep all night, her face was dim, and the hair that had been carefully cared for became dry and rough: "I want you to call the Ji family's parents!" Get him back for me! ”

"Sir may be out socializing with others...... Madam, if you do this, you will cause trouble to your husband. ”

Steward Wang accentuated his tone: "You are the wife of the gentleman, if you continue to make trouble like this, no matter who you are, you will get bored!" ”

Yang Mengyao's tears finally gushed out, and instead of exploding as completely as Steward Wang thought, she sat down on the sofa in a daze: "I've called him all night...... I just want to hear his voice. ”

Yang Mengyao was at a loss: "Why does he just refuse to pay attention to me?" ”

Steward Wang sighed silently and quietly withdrew from the living room, and in this day, he never appeared in front of Yang Mengyao again.

What can be done about this?

The woman sat alone on the sofa, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and continued to call Ji Heng like crazy, even if the person on the other end of the phone never even picked it up once.

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Night.

"Young Master!"

Steward Wang opened the door and was startled by the pale person outside, thinking that something really happened to Ji Heng outside: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Ji Heng's face was extremely ugly, and he avoided the hand that Steward Wang stretched out to probe his forehead, and walked in without saying a word.

"Ji Heng!"

Yang Mengyao was staying in the living room, and when she heard the movement here, she quickly looked for it, and looked at Ji Heng almost paranoidly: "Where have you been?" ”

"Why don't you answer my phone all the time?"

Ji Heng closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Work overtime." ”

Where was Yang Mengyao willing to relax, chasing after Ji Heng, almost forcing him: "You lie!" People in the company say you're not there at all! Where the hell have you been? ”

"I'm your wife, Ji Heng, tell me if it's okay!"

Yang Mengyao cried and made trouble, and Ji Heng pressed his temples in embarrassment, with a splitting headache.

"Let my wife calm down......"

He walked into the study quickly, locked himself up, and locked out Yang Mengyao's noise outside.

The soundproofing of the study was very good, the woman's paranoid shouts were cut out, and the atmosphere inside the room was dead and cold.

Ji Heng stood indifferently at the door for a while, looking at the work that had not been completed the day before scattered on the table, and finally walked over numbly.

He sat upright in front of the desk, and according to the inertia of his body, he handled the work solemnly.

He has always been a role model for those around him -

From childhood to adulthood, except for being a little paranoid about Wen Qiao's affairs, he could do anything at his fingertips, and when the Ji Group was handed over to him, it was when the storm was in turmoil, but it stabilized in a few years, and it went farther and farther.

That's why others don't know that he is actually very clumsy emotionally.

Wen Yi hurt Wen Qiao, so he gave a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, so that the woman's life was worse than death.

But he loved the wrong person......

How can I get this relationship back?

When he had finally finished his work, he got up from his chair with some sluggishness, walked over to the bookshelf, and took out a glittering necklace from an inconspicuous corner.

The necklace was hidden there for four or five years, and when it reappeared, it still shone with a gentle blue sheen.

This is a token of love.

Ji Heng subconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth and held the necklace tightly in the palm of his hand.

He had a splitting headache, and the tiredness swept over the world, pressing him down on the sofa in the study, Ji Heng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clasped the necklace in his heart.

Yes, if you have done something wrong, you should return a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

As long as that woman doesn't disappear without a trace like she did four years ago......

He still has a chance to pay for his mistakes.

The silent night came in and landed on the face of the drowsy man on the couch.

Quiet room.

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"Ma'am?"

Across the wall, a woman stood outside.

Yang Mengyao stood alone outside the study for a long time, not crying or making trouble, just standing there quietly, in a daze through the heavy door.

Xiao Huang went back and forth several times, and finally said stubbornly: "Sir, Mr. should still be busy with work, why don't you go back and rest first?" ”

She muttered to herself.

Isn't this woman going crazy......

Yang Mengyao shook her head slowly and left here with staggering steps.

Xiao Huang followed behind her not far away, for fear that something would happen to Yang Mengyao's body.

Yang Mengyao hooked the corners of her mouth, did not go upstairs, but curled up and sat down on the sofa.

The body and heart are all cold.

Ji Heng doesn't love her.

She had known about this for a long time, but she just didn't want to admit it.

Even if it's just going crazy and knocking on the door......

It's also pointless and useless.

The night was dark, the servants went to bed early, and the eternally tireless machines outside stopped.

Only the wall clock on the wall walked tirelessly, falling on people's hearts bit by bit.

Yang Mengyao thought that she would sit until dawn, but she didn't expect that when she opened her eyes the next day, she was actually in the master bedroom upstairs.

Her heart jumped fiercely, and she subconsciously looked to the side.

The man's breath was shallow, but his brows were still wrinkled tightly, and his palms were clenched tightly, as if he was fighting with something.

"Ji Heng!"

She exclaimed in small exclamation, and her heart immediately overflowed with a pang of full satisfaction, and she crawled over her hands and feet, and landed a light kiss on the man's face.

This is the most common action Yang Mengyao did in the early morning when they first got married.

Ji Heng woke up immediately and saw Yang Mengyao's gentle smiling face.

"You've been tired lately, haven't you?"

Ji Heng turned his head away, got out of bed barefoot, and walked into the bathroom silently.

Yang Mengyao sat on the edge of the bed and bit her lip silently.

He......

"I'll go to the company first."

The man only left this sentence, and without looking at the woman on the bed, he went straight out.

Yang Mengyao's heart was sour, unwilling to the extreme, but after all, she was helpless.

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"Okay, that's all for today's morning meeting."

In the conference room of Ji's Group, the executives looked at each other, and Ji Heng in the main seat had not spoken for a long time, but he never had the intention of dispersing the meeting.

It was Ji Anyang who immediately opened his mouth: "Let's go back, if there is anything else, write an email and send it to my mailbox." ”